“I don’t go home to a lover I go home to a room Where memories and colours come alive Perhaps I wasn’t born for another Maybe I am wasting time within the ice-cold air I put my wet flowers in the bin The war in my heart stops” A poem straight from the heart, withContinue reading “Book Review: Burnt Bones And Beautiful Butterflies by Jerusha Mather”
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